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Feeling like the sex you want to have is wrong, or dirty, or odd or out-of-reach really stinks. I'm thinking to myself, I love this person—they're smart, generous, funny, kind to their mother, blah blah blah, check those boxes bitch—but they don't elicit that freedom.

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He'd occasionally get a few fingers in my ass here and there—sometimes from behind, sometimes when he was going down on me—but in truth, I knew he was always waiting to wash his hands. I didn't realize how stifling the whole situation actually was.

He could already feel the hot water and soap, the satisfying scrub of a good riddance. And while I typically pride myself on being a cognizant creature, well-tuned to my own headspace, motivations, and desires . And while I also recognize that, ya know, not having your ass play desires properly satiated is what might be called a "first world problem," not having the kind of sex you want is a little depressing.

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Strap-On Sex Taught by Sky DATE: September 10th, 2015 TIME: 7PM-8PM (early arrival suggested) LOCATION: Tulip Lakeview (3459 N Halsted St) (Street parking is available, there is also a parking lot across the street on Halsted.

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A few months ago, I wrote about my desire to use a strap-on on a man. I decided I would just hope the next gent that turned my love-gears was a bit freakier. * * * After a couple months of dating and a general barrage of bodily exploration, I confessed my desire to peg him. Curled up on my best friend's couch in Brooklyn, I explained my plan.

What began as a quiet, rather inarticulate longing toggling between vague notions of jealousy (it just seemed so unfair that I couldn't blithely thump away at a beautifully tight wet hole) and sheer taboo-laden lust (how hot and humiliating to be taken from behind by a girl wielding a purple penis) had become a fixation. After our break-up, which of course had nothing to do with the absence of ass-play (though it was perhaps a latent symbol of our possibly dissonant world-views), a strange paralysis overtook me. He, as always in regards to sex-romping, responded with delight and curiosity, a reaction typically reserved for an odd dessert or a strange melody you can't quite put your finger on. "Tonight you're helping me shop for a strap-on." "Oh god!